Lyrics Take Me Home - Polyrhythm Addicts, Pharaoh Monch

Take Me Home

As far as
The show go, you said I can get in free, three or fo'
No mo'.
But I got fifteen with me, so how you like those balls?
You don’t wanna swing in life, catch a lot of close calls
Let me in so I can send your friends in frenzy like: you wanna live
It up?
Give it up, stop being the stingy type
I wanna eat, so I feed mics with rhymes and beats that’ll beat
Your butt, but that’s the surface ‘cause deep down
The sound’ll move your feet, but if that was the only feature, it would defeat
the purpose
You can’t write a rhyme to make a crackhead stop smoking crack
Or make a klepto give it back or kick a word
That’ll make a whole herd or even one human being attack
That’s wack like my backhand swing with a tennis rack'
Kid, get out my face before you get the smack
Like that, boo-doo-boom bap bap, it’s like that
It’s Complex with the lyrical flex to break necks
If you don’t believe, then check the texts (Take me home)
DJ Spinna’s a winner, he’s no beginner
Chopping up beats for you to eat for dinner (Take me home)
Shabaam Sahdeeq freak mic techniques
Every month of the year, every day of the week (Take me home)
Apani B. Fly, you know you can’t deny you’re like the
Stimuli that gets everybody high
It’s really all for you why I do what I do
Spend hours thinking ‘bout how to break down the truth
Spit it out in the vocal booth, mic checked it
Inject it into ADATs, carved onto wax
So DJs can take me home in record bags
Needles dragged and fingers scratched, interpreted
In mix format, now I’m back on the shelves
In abundance and count the wealth from the proceeds
Of tapes and CDs.
For me, this whole emcee
Thing is a breeze, I aim to please, the moment
Exists to seize, explore locations
Overseas, where the air tastes fresh when you breathe
Make you feel it in your knees, sensations only
Felt in your dreams, experience divine
Vibration, in physical formation be a means
Of releasing frustration.
Take me home and put me in your
PlayStation
Apani B. Fly, you know you can’t deny you’re like the
Stimuli that gets everybody high (Take me home)
Complex with the lyrical flex to break necks
If you don’t believe, then check the texts (Take me home)
DJ Spinna’s a winner, he’s no beginner
Chopping up beats for you to eat for dinner (Take me home)
Shabaam Sahdeeq freak mic techniques
Every month of the year, every day of the week
Yo, we make
Moves unseen, ain’t seen cream
High-strung three with the power to gleam
Bring it home like the gold, cash with no fold
Plan to own homes in lands where cows roam.
Plug in
Your headphones, wackness not condoned
Poly cats rock your dome like bricks hitting a hard hat
Regardless of traps, brandish the facts, hand ‘em
The wax.
If you like it, play that, love it (Spin that)
Just a man trying to live out my lifespan, but I can
See my life slipping through my hands like grains of sand
Can I make it?
(Yes you can) Can I take it?
(Yes you can)
To the rest and put it up on the stand
So absurd, I’ll play herbs to the side
Cruise along for the ride, and when I hit skid
They slid to the side.
It’s all fair in war
‘Cause we gon' make it happen regardless of all of y’all
Shabaam Sahdeeq freak mic techniques
Every month of the year, every day of the week (Take me home)
Apani B. Fly, you know you can’t deny you’re like the
Stimuli that gets everybody high (Take me home)
Complex with the lyrical flex to break necks
If you don’t believe, then check the texts (Take me home)
DJ Spinna’s a winner, he’s no beginner
Chopping up beats for you to eat for dinner